So Merav sponsored today (one! step! closer! to CROCODILES!), and I figured that was a good excuse to talk about meeting Merav ( Read more... )

Today was sponsored by Merav Hoffman, to commemorate the seven year anniversary of our very first musical collaboration. The song 'Haven' was written by Merav, myself, and Batya, to reflect the wonderful feeling of community and friendship that we had experienced during a trying time. That feeling of community and friendship has continued through ( Read more... )

After a fantastic day of hanging out with Merav, Will, Sean, Meredith, and Jon, it's now the very last day of my very wonderful trip. We're slowly detangling my possessions from the rest of the household, and performing the exciting alchemy of trying to pack everything I have into my insufficiently spacious suitcase. It'll fit, because we are ( Read more... )

1) BPAL is weird. This month's Lunacy (the monthly scent based on the moon doing moon-type things, moonishly) is called 'Sturgeon Moon.' Yes, even the fish get their own month around these parts ( Read more... )

After strange and twisting dreams -- highlights included a Brigadoon-like amusement park where we sort of got stuck, a man trying to give away Muppet dog puppies, and discussing Nyssa's health with Tanya in the middle of a giant Whole Foods on the moon -- I have admitted defeat and tumbled out of bed, just in time to discover that the first act of ( Read more... )

My biggest problem with travel: my near-instant adjustment to the local time. It's 4:30 in the morning in California; it's 7:30 in the morning here. Guess who got woken up by her internal alarm exactly when she'd expect to be woken? Good guess. It's sort of a pity, because I was hoping for, I don't know, some actual sleep, and also because I ( Read more... )

1) My flight was incredibly non-eventful, largely, I think, because I was heavily drugged from the time I bordered. All hail the wondrous cocktail of modern pharmaceuticals which allow me to fly thousands of miles without throwing my back out! I woke up periodically, long enough to start a new album on my iPod or spill Diet Coke on myself, and ( Read more... )

First, the strip:

With Friends Like These... #39: Conflikt, Part VIII.Second, the footnotes ( Read more... )

First, the strip:

With Friends Like These... #34: Conflikt, Part IV.

Second, the footnotes:

Again, everything pictured here happened, in a much more context-filled form, at this year's Conflikt. I'm especially fond of the giant rat flea in panel two, and the pants in panel four. Look, I never claimed that the things that make me happy make ( Read more... )

Yesterday -- being Wednesday, aka, 'new comic book day' in the world of Seanans -- I performed what is currently my weekly ritual. Specifically, I took the train to Pleasant Hill, caught the 115 bus, rode for half a mile, got off the bus, bought a Jamba Juice, walked a little over a mile to Flying Colors, bought my comics, caught the next 115 to ( Read more... )